They didn't even know why they were sweating, or what exactly was affecting their breathing.
They only felt that such a scene inexplicably oppressed their breath.
Someone, suddenly gasped a couple of times.
Eric finally came back to his senses, taking a few deep breaths to calm his emotions.
"Let's get closer, and some of you spread out to ensure the surrounding safety."
This scene truly brought immense unease to this group of Dwarves.
They retained a vigilance like never before in their lives as they probed forward.
After dividing the work, Eric led the remaining Dwarves towards the "slaughterhouse" ahead.
As they got closer, the mountain of Goblin heads, like a small mountain facing all directions, made their eyelids twitch.
The densely packed faces piled up in agony, facing them, with many eyes forced open.
So many overlapping faces of agony and eyes even made the usually steadfast Dwarves feel as if they were hallucinating.
